For some reason, Ye Haoyang suddenly felt that the face and the person in front of him were very fake, crying and saying she was wrong, yet there was no trace of remorse in her eyes.
Moreover, the argument between the two sisters earlier, although he didn't know what they were saying, he could tell that this person had a poor attitude.
So without much thought, he said, "Hua'en, if I ruined someone's face, I would ruin my own face too. I can't compensate for the face, but at least I can accompany them in bearing the rumors and gossip."
Mu Huarong stared in shock at his departing figure, unable to react for a moment.
When she did react, her entire face was as dark as a pot bottom, with no trace of the previous fragility.
"Someone come!"
"Miss." A nanny stepped forward a few steps.
"Go find out clearly where Mu Huarong is living now."
"Yes, the old slave will go immediately."
